Maybe it was anger that greeted me when I woke up.Either way, I never want to see you again.Life is short and you're on my list of mistakes.I thought I could correct it but I chewed off my eraser.It was pink and looked like gum, I was bored of course.

Don't take it personal, I know you have questions.You need closure and I'm an open book, technically you never saw it coming.This way I feel better about myself so leave me alone.

Love... it took awaymy sight for life unheededly,it rooted into the eyeholes of minetill it reached my core of life;the heart I already gifted to you.You see, I placed it upon your very hands, and, for now on, it is ready to break out into blossom.It waits for you to deflower it.

those hands which havecaressed piano keysand carefully held my broken heartwhich you do all too well

i'd buy every piano and score sheet in the worldif it meant for you to play again

i'd break my heart over and overif it meant for you to be hereand hold me together again

i'd give anything and my everythingto hold the hands of the piano man

a jumble of incoherent words for wjh.i wanted to save this for a future draft to see if i can polish it better, but perhaps i just want to let it all go now. words are words, no matter how unrefined.(j.m.)

At night i dream about you.Not just by holding your hand.In places where i get to be alone with you, i feel safe and soundKeys, strings tied to my broken heart in a box, you opened them so quickly.All i could ever give to you unknowingly is because i love you.

My heart long for something that can fit it broken pieces so it can be whole again.My Mind told My Heart, for what? there's nothing can ever fit perfectly.My Heart said, indeed there's nothing perfect ever but with understanding and compromising it eventually be.My Mind said, and what after all that it still won't fit and left you with even more broken pieces.My heart said, let it be for at least i tried. Let it feel whatever it wants because if nothing ever perfect, nothing ever last forever.

To a besmirched yearning that led to my metamorphosis. Once pristine yet now my heart hath been hallowed by the thew of its shadow. For in the darkness, lightness can be found and in tribulation sapience (or wisdom) can be procured.